She knows when she's in the computer. She knows the world feels a little thinner, a little flatter. The smells aren't as vivid, and she feels like she's touching everything through a veil.

And it's not like that here. He's meeting her gaze again and she can feel her skin grow hot. That didn't happen when Casanova flirted with her, or when she met the historical recordings of her husband. But it's happening here, and she's not sure what she's supposed to do about it.

"Honestly? It feels different here."